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Not to me, either. Or anyone we know.

She needs to get out.

[ Of the rover, of the CDC, of this life. ]

That's impossible.

We can get her out.

Dagger.

[ That's a rumble, it clicks in the back of his throat. A warning, almost. ]

[ This is all sorts of upsetting. ]

I'm done. I swear, I'm dropping it.

I've got a thermal sheet over my face like a dead person.

[ No you aren't. ]

You're normally colder than one anyway.

[ I don't even have a heartbeat for you to listen to. ]

That's hardly comforting, for the record.

[ You're alive, I can hear other things. ]

You're welcome.